Is "symbol" the actual word? I have always been convinced that it was "sample"

I don't know, but "and a sample of your faith" sounds quite silly IMO. It would be like: " DO YOU STILL WAIT FOR YOUR GOD..... And a sample of your faith please. Very well, now fill in this form and you'll get word within two weeks."

Is "symbol" the actual word? I have always been convinced that it was "sample"

I don't know, but "and a sample of your faith" sounds quite silly IMO. It would be like: " DO YOU STILL WAIT FOR YOUR GOD..... And a sample of your faith please. Very well, now fill in this form and you'll get word within two weeks."

Essentially, any misheard lyrics from TDEN would be better than the real ones.

If you say so, than here's my take:

NO ONE DANCES!(speaking of eternal dancers)live on a sensual morningfalse to the void of nightHE HAS RISEN UP!out of the kraken's chaosat last over plants, it's sensual!A thickening blast in sight!Through the skypeing geekUnderneath the bearding brood <I'm dead! Think of bed! You see, it's Agassi!!>Fly in endless stairs leading to the choking room<He groans to his whore! His boss, Shaquille, miss their eel!>Drifting the anal timeOut of the cherry, in sky! Dropped too much bacon in light Of the barking thermal night......AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHCrotches! Breaching the fort and fightingRachel's distracton is swallowingThe Ewok on the Union JackI. HAD. A. BLAAAAAAST.Board on the bladder of heroesThe ultimate curse of God: creationsense of relief: it's Coz!Wresteles crabs drowningaim the sturdy fodder, MIR!<The sex owing fruit. Grotesque crèche! A butt HOOOLE!>"Sharon's on the screen!" Yellow week, Darth's faeces near.<Fricking morning riffs! Goddess on the racks, burping high!>Dripping the annual dimeOut of the cherry skyDropped too much bacon in lightOf the dark and turning wraith. Trapped in a Hamish dreamSpitting passwords unseenAnd fried food is vanishingInto the dorking's turd all niiiiiiightt.-instrumental-Drifting the anal timeOut of the cherry's skyDropped tuna's bacon in lightOf the dark eternal night.Trapped in a Hamish dreamSpilling passwords on ScenesAnd fried food is vanishingInto the dorking's turd all night.